Mornings Are Borings

Here I am, at work again. I almost didn't think I'd make it here today.

You see, the pain Thursday night through Saturday was so bad, I wasn't sure I could walk here. I spent most of the weekend with my feet elevated to at least the crotchal level, or gravity disagreed with them and they became upset. Not one for upset feet, I complied with their wishes to be up, no matter how awkward or annoying.

Then a miracle happened. Or something. Sunday I woke up and was not in pain. I tumbled out of bed, and when my feet hit the floor, it didn't hurt. I walked to the bathroom without hobbling like a zombie. Sitting on the toilet didn't cause my legs to experience the dull ache that had become so familiar. I could stand at the sink and wash my hands without shifting weight from heel to toe and foot to foot, always swishing the pain around.

So I spent Sunday cleaning house. To top off my day as Suzy Homemaker, I baked cookies from scratch. Sweet, delicious, fattening, unhealthy, unvegan coffee oatmeal chocolate chip and pecan cookies.

Honestly, I was so bored of reading and doing things that required sitting down that I desperately wanted to clean house. No shit.

Saturday I left the house a few times, though. Saturday was better than Friday. I still managed to throw my phone across the room once, though, after it was explained to me that I'd have to return to urgent care for more silvadene because they told us how to put it on all wrong on Thursday. We'd used far too much. The nurse practitioner I saw on Saturday was a tad dismissive for my taste (and some jerk in the waiting room muttered something about "real emergencies" as I was leaving--dude, there were like two other people there, and if they felt I was a lower priority they damn well could've kept me waiting longer), but she gave me more of the good stuff and told me to apply it only once a day. She said I shouldn't have to use it for that long.

I'm shooting for Wednesday as the last day to wrap. Mostly because I'll be out of gauze after the Wednesday dressing and I don't want to buy more. It costs $3.50 for a single roll of gauze at Walgreen's. I don't think I'll be doing the mummy costume any Halloween soon.

Kevin has been so good through all of this. He stayed with me most of the weekend just so I wouldn't be alone, even though it totally fucked with his sleep pattern. He's willingly changed all the dressings, washed the burn, and applied the silvadene. He bought me groceries that wouldn't require me to be on my feet much Friday morning. He took me to the ER twice.

So. Anyway. What with all these improvements, I have no excuse but to get my shit together and write a couple good stories this week. At least one, anyway. And I am going to begin research... now.